Tears swelling,
in my eyes.
Nothing can stop them,
they're on the rise.
A knot in my throat,
It just grows and grows.
Pushing them out.
Here it comes.
Hot streams run down my face.
They find their way to my chin,
and drip,
drip,
drip.
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